Saturday, February 14, 2015

You know those really cute first day of school pictures that adorned your Facebook feeds a few weeks ago?

They were so cute weren't they? All those little people dressed up in their gorgeous little clothes becoming so big and serious - awwww.

Well, we didn't really get any good "first day of school" shots of Paris - because the Paris picture approaching the first day of school can be stylistically interpreted as:

She survived - and she did do some cute filmmaking post the first day that pulled it out of the fire, but it was a long first week - and then she discovered that, due to a public holiday, that was actually a short week.

She. Was. Livid.

Paris is not yet in love with the whole concept of
school.She enjoyed one day of it last
year for orientation, but cannot see the value of it being FIVE days EVERY week.She did not sign that treaty, white man.

I can see her point.

She is becoming resigned to it being a fact, however.

The battle to get through the:

get dressed in uniform

put hair up

put shoes on

eat breakfast

do teeth

get out of the door

drive to school

walk to the classroom

be stoic in
the face of losing your parent for the whole day

in a classroomful of strangers
and bossy but very nice ladies with a bell

eat what you are told when you
are told

explore and play in a confined space with twice as many strangers

sit
quietly in the heat

get picked up by old friends

wait for your parent to
take you home

bathe

eat

bed

routine is gradually getting a little easier.

She is more keen about the experience in the rear view
mirror than in anticipation.

But at least she isn't hating it.

She quite likes the concept of reading.

She gets to do music. And PE. Look at me do a handstand on the couch Mum! Science - she got to look through a microscope. Library was good. When will I get to go on a big bus? Homework (we ALL get to do that - last week it was a family portrait!) Every day there is a new friend - well, not really a friend, just someone new with a nice name and the potential of maybe getting her down the track. She immediately names a doll a similar name and they play schools where Daddy is the principal and the good kids get to sit on silk bow thrones.

I don't know how to break it to her that there is another 12 years of it after this one, though.